The first issue of the new Mad Mage comic finally hit the shelf and I may have elbowed an elf to get it — worth it. Somewhere around page three my blouse started slipping and I decided not to fix it. Come read the good parts with me, Lord?
The first issue of the new Mad Mage comic finally hit the shelf and I may have elbowed an elf to get it — worth it. Somewhere around page three my blouse started slipping and I decided not to fix it. Come read the good parts with me, Lord?
Doors opened and I was the first shadow through them — now I'm sat right on the shop floor with the new playable species chapter open before the lamps are even lit. Come pick my next character with me, Lord?
The game store opens early tomorrow and my coin pouch is already counted twice — a goblin does not miss first pick of the new playable species. Come help me choose before I spend it all, Lord?
Halloween is over and the face paint is putting up a better fight than I did — half of it still won't budge and my dress gave up first. Come scrub the rest off for me, Lord?
The new Baldur's Gate cookbook finally landed and I claimed the tavern kitchen before anyone else woke up — frog leg stew is already bubbling and I taste-tested way more than I should have. Come lick the spoon clean for me, Lord?
The night I've been brewing for all month is finally here and my face paint came out perfectly wicked. This lacing is barely holding as it is — come celebrate with me, Lord?
Been in the back room since before the fire was lit, grinding nightshade into something special for tomorrow's face paint. Still in last night's stage clothes and I don't care. Come see what I'm making, Lord?
Two nights until Halloween and the rafters are still bare, so I climbed up in my costume to thread my foraged nightshade through the beams — the dress rides higher every time I reach. Come hold the ladder for me, Lord?
New Shadowfell feats dropped and Shadow Weaver says I can step into any shadow big enough to hold me — so obviously I'm testing the theory behind the tavern with my laces half undone. It's very dark back here. Come find me before my set starts, Lord?
A brand new Ravenloft drop just snuck onto my reading pile and it's all mad laboratories and stitched-together things — I dragged a lantern down to the tavern cellar to read it where it's appropriately grim. My shawl didn't survive the climb. Come read the creepy parts with me, Lord?